Off My Chest Lyrics

Everybody moving funny nowadays like its a circus

Way too many cooks that's in the kitchen with no fucking purpose

I got way too much dead weight I think I'm gonna drown

Feeling nothing for the bodies I'm about to bury in the ground

Disconnected from the citizens that wander amongst the populace

Got a ton of corpses laying waste in the Necropolis

Please don't even speak I cannot handle your incompetence

Glutton born from hate my appetite for rage is bottomless

Look at me like that I'll put a blade right through your oculus

Speak to me like that I'll put my hands on your esophagus

Superman can't save you now set fire to Metropolis

I'm a diamond in the rough so please bear witness of my opulence

The black sheep of the Zen I think that this is just a skin suit

The fog that's in my mind has made me cut the wrong roots

My true self will show amongst the creases of the costume

Once that happens I can guarantee that something will ensue

I don't wanna be the king I'd rather overthrow one

Constant talks of burning bridges just so I could spark one

Grab the paper roll the spliff and maybe that's all I need

A fine woman by my side and that'll keep my mind at ease

From the paranoia in my brain, everybody is a liar

Just another stain

There's truth in all mistrust so all you need is just a grain of salt

That will be enough to have you climbing up the fucking walls

It gets harder everyday to deal with all my dark thoughts

Wish that I could turn off my emotions be a robot

Numbing it will do for now so let me pour up like six shots

Then I'll do six more, go to bed at six o clock

I think I'm drunk again, inebriated from the envy

Just call me Leviathan

Maybe I'll go back to being frozen in the cryogen

Distance from the demons that I even dare to call a friend

I hate to be alone but I just crave a true connection

There's a plague that's in the matrix I don't wanna be infected

When it comes to being human I just know I'll just be rejected

And I'll dig myself this grave, and my shovel's introspection